The night was thick, I thought, woe is me;
as the ship was tossed, on the angry sea.

Then I saw, the lighthouse beam;
as it pierced the night, with a silver sheen.

Lighthouse, lighthouse, with your light so bright;
thank you for guiding, our ship tonight.

Safe at last, safe at last, in the harbor at last;
now protected from the storm, all our troubles were past.

How many ships had seen the light, I wonder how many more;
had narrowly missed the jagged rocks, that rise up along the shore.

If the light had not been burning, I know where I'd be;
with my ship and shipmates, at the bottom of the sea.

Bless the man that walks the stairs, up to the lighthouse top:
and keeps the light shining, and saves mariners from the rock.

Little appreciation, does he ever know;
few come to thank him; in his home below.

Bless him for his service, bless him for his labors;
bless him for his light so bright, because he loved his neighbors.

Some men are like lighthouses, they shine very bright;
they show the way to others, who journey through the night.

The stars are like lighthouses, God has placed, on high;
to give wonderful starlight, to unseen travellers in the sky.

~Author Unknown~